Raunchy Roommate

by Bethany Morgan

  Stuart's eyes immediately locked on mine when he stepped foot inside my home with a smoothie in his hand. He smiled at me before moving his attention to my brother. "Stuart!" Oliver exclaimed, shuffling over to him and wrapping him into a hug. "How's my favorite little rock star?"

  "Hey, Anth," Stuart said through laughter. "I was disappointed I didn't see you out on tour, man. I told you I could have hooked you up with some backstage passes."

  "Sorry, Stu. Elizabeth and I totally should have come to a gig full of screaming girls for our honeymoon! I don't know why we never planned that, honey," Oliver teased, making Elizabeth nudge him in the arm to get him to loosen up on the sarcasm.

  Stuart wasn't even fazed by his remark, mainly because he had the capability of being even sassier, and he strolled over towards me to hand me the cold smoothie I asked for. "Hi."

  "Hi," I repeated with a giggle, tearing my gaze away from his brown eyes so I wouldn't ruin our "just friends" façade. "Thank you."

  Oliver cooed. "Aw, look at the lovebirds. First Stuart drops off a smoothie, then he'll be dropping his pants."

  Elizabeth snorted, quickly placing her hand over her mouth to suppress any further sounds from escaping. I, on the other hand, just glared at him. "Oliver!" I hissed.

  My brother threw his head back in laughter. "I'm just kidding. But I can't believe you two are actually living together. Mum and Dad gave Elizabeth and I a hard time about that and we're freakin' married. I just hope you two are using protection unlike some people."

  I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion, glancing up at Stuart to see if he understood what Oliver was referring to or not. But he didn't. "What?" I asked, suddenly feeling embarrassed that I was missing something.

  Elizabeth beamed at me. "I'm pregnant."

  Stuart was perched on my mattress, his eyes scanning the bedroom as if he has never been in here before. After hours of talking about the pregnancy with the happy couple and my parents, Stuart and I were finally given some alone time while we waited for dinner to be cooked.

  I sat down next to him, letting out a content exhale. "You look beautiful today," Stuart told me.

  "So do you," I responded. It was true. He was dressed in his typical black jeans with one of those baseball style t-shirts that hung over his body perfectly and made his biceps appear even stronger than they already were.

  He rolled his eyes. "I still can't believe we're here. I didn't expect to come home until Christmas. But it just feels so nice to not be surrounded by paparazzi and craziness," Stuart mused. "The only weird thing is that I didn't get to cuddle with my girl last night."

  My girl. Two words that could make my heart rate increase to the speed of light.

  "This whole 'not being able to kiss you' thing is so difficult. I don't know I survived without your kisses before, Ann," Stuart mumbled, leaning in closer to me.

  His lips pressed against my neck. "You are so Goddamn beautiful and adorable and I really, really, like you," Stuart whispered, planting soft kisses up my neck.

  I could feel my body tremble by the intimacy of his delicate touch. He started to suck against the exposed skin with his tongue tickling me. "Stu," I murmured, tilting my head back before he could leave an obvious purple mark.

  He pouted, but I just cupped my hands around his puffy cheeks and kissed his lips that were folded over. Stuart smiled against the kiss as his hands found my waist to pull my body closer to his.

  "Annabel! Stuart! Dinner is ready," My mother called from the bottom of the stairs, making me gasp and break apart from him immediately.

  Stuart groaned loudly as I tugged on his hand to get him to go downstairs as swiftly as possible, before anyone would grow suspicious of our actions. I didn't want them to find out about our little rendezvous. Well, more importantly, I didn't want them to ban Stuart and I from being roommates.

  Chapter 26

  Stuart

  "Please."

  Annabel shook her head stubbornly. "We're not kids anymore, Stuart. I don't think I can even fit through you window."

  I groaned loudly, pressing on the window to open it even further. I've been trying to get her to sneak out and make the expedition that the two of us were quite accustomed to. One of us would climb out of their window, land on the tree in between the two of our houses, and with lots of assistance, would make the jump into the other bedroom.

  The two of us were both battling an awful case of jet lag, so it only made sense for us to be awake in the middle of the night together. "Come on, you can do it. I won't let you fall."

  She chuckled at me. "Stu, you do realize we are both nineteen years old, right? We don't have to sneak out anymore. I can just walk out my front door without getting in trouble."

  "Where's the adventure in that?" I argued, curling my lips into a pout at how lame her attitude was.

  Annabel huffed, gracefully propping the window open and climbing down to the tree branch that was barely even a foot away. She gripped onto it tightly to maintain her balance as she crawled closer to my house. I bent down to grasp her and she jumped into my arms, letting me tug her through the window with ease.

  She dusted herself off. "I can't believe I can still do that."

  "So impressive," I noted, kissing her nose and making that adorable grin overtake the features of her face.

  Annabel's eyes scanned the room, pursing her lips together tightly. It still looked exactly the same as before, and I was grateful that my parents didn't change my room into an office or a workout room or something. "The last time I was in this room I lost my virginity. How weird is that?"

  My eyebrows knitted together. I never even thought of it like that. I forgot that the last time she had ever been in my house was the time I completely wrecked our friendship. "Very weird," I whispered, suddenly feeling the guilt creep back into my veins again.

  She took a seat on my bed, letting out a deep sigh. I plopped down next to her, picking up her dainty hand and intertwining our fingers together with ease. My thumb involuntarily rubbed over hers, tracing a repetitive pattern over her knuckle. "Ann?"

  Her head was now resting against my shoulder. "Mm?"

  "I promise I'm not going to hurt you again. I learned my lesson last time," I explained, pressing a slow kiss on her forehead. "I don't want to even think about not having you in my life, let alone actually letting that happen."

  "I won't let that happen either," She agreed, tilting her head up to smile at me. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back with the motion, and I desperately wanted to run my fingers through the soft ringlets she was sporting today.

  I gently placed my hand on her cheek, caressing it carefully. Her bright emerald colored irises were staring into mine with such adoration that I felt my heart was combusting with joy. "You are so beautiful, baby," I mumbled, inching my face forward to connect our lips together.

  Annabel responded to the kiss quickly, her lips mirroring my movements as her palms gripped my hips, sliding their way up my loose shirt to touch my warm skin underneath. She moved her lips to my jawline, peppering kisses all along my face and down my neck, making a small moan escape my mouth.

  "Ann," I groaned, making her giggle before she cupped both hands around my face to kiss me again. I used this to my advantage to grab her waist and pull her into my lap with both of her legs on opposite sides of my body.

  Annabel courageously lifted my shirt up even further before finally just peeling it right off of my body. The cool breeze from the open window tickled against my stomach. She stared down at me with lust, an entirely new concept for the both of us.

  I tried to lay down, pulling her down with me, but in the process I must have leaned too far back and my head collided with the headboard behind me. The sound of my headboard smashing against the wall created a booming echo. Annabel burst into laughter immediately, whereas I was clutching onto the back of my head in pain.

  "You're such an idiot," Annabel teased through her fit of hysterical laughter. "Are you okay?"

>   "I'm fine," I huffed, my cheeks turning slightly pink in embarrassment. Annabel was well accustomed to my clumsiness, but I have never been clumsy in bed before, so this is mortifying.

  There was a knock on my bedroom door, silencing both of us. Her eyes widened in fear, especially since we both knew that if we got caught with Annabel on top of me in my bed that there was no way her parents would let us live together anymore.

  "Stuart?" My mother called from outside of the room. "Are you awake?"

  Annabel leaped off me quickly and I sat up straight, throwing my shirt back on as swiftly as possible. "Um yeah," I yelled out to her, glancing over to Annabel in panic. There was no way she could get back to her room in time, so instead she just sat cross-legged on the floor, looking as innocent as possible.

  The door opened, revealing my groggy Mum who was clad in her pajamas. Her gaze flickered between Annabel and I, a concerned expression plastered over her face. "I heard a loud noise come from your room and it woke me up. Is everything okay?"

  I tried my hardest to not let my cheeks blush even more, but luckily the lights were so dim that I doubt she would have even be able to distinguish a change in coloration. "Uh yeah, I'm fine," I informed her, glimpsing around the room to find an object that could be used as a scapegoat. I spotted my soccer ball in the corner. "I was just kicking the ball around like I used to and I accidentally hit the wall."

  My mother placed her hands on her hips, scowling at me. "Stuart Thomas! You know you could put a hole in the wall again."

  "I would pay for it if I did, Mum. Actually I can pay for anything new you'd like in the house as an apology," I attempted, smiling at her innocently.

  She laughed, since she was unable to ever stay mad at me, especially since she was probably just grateful that I was even in this room again. "That's okay, honey. Just don't do it again. The rest of us are trying to sleep."

  "Right. I'm sorry."

  My mum looked over at Annabel with disapproval. "Anna, why don't you head back home. It's very late and I don't get why you two aren't in bed getting the rest you need."

  "Well we're pretty jet-lagged," Annabel explained innocently. "But you're right. I should go home."

  "Yes you should," My mother pressed, which shocked me since she loves Annabel like a second daughter. "I'm glad you two are friends again but it's getting a little weird for me to see how close you two actually are."

  I coughed awkwardly. "Okay, well goodnight Mum."

  "Goodnight, you two," She muttered before exiting out of my bedroom and shutting the door behind her.

  Annabel let out a deep breath that she must have been holding as she stood up on her feet. "She's so suspicious, Stu. This is bad."

  I placed my hands on her shoulders to stop her from bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously. "It's going to be okay, baby," I promised her, pulling her against my chest to feel the warmth of her embrace. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling the sweet smell of her hair. "Don't worry about it. We're not going to get caught. And even if we do, maybe they won't make a big deal out of it as you think. They've always wanted us to end up together."

  "But they're just super protective and I don't want them to put any restrictions on anything," She muttered, nestling her head against my chest as I hugged her tightly.

  "You need a good cuddling session," I self-diagnosed, scooping her arms and lifting her onto my mattress.

  Annabel smiled at me, while rolling her eyes, as her petite body curled up against mine while we both laid down on the flimsy mattress. "Only for a few minutes. I don't want your mum to get mad at me again."

  I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger there momentarily. She snuggled even closer to me, one of her legs tangling with mine, as I kept a firm grip on my one arm that was wrapped around her body. There was not a better feeling than cuddling with the girl you like, especially when you get to hold her in your arms. "You should just sleep here. They won't find out."

  "Too risky," Annabel whispered, moving her finger on the top of my chest to construct an invisible painting on the top of my skin. "It's weird sleeping alone, though."

  "So then you should stay," I pressed, nudging my foot against hers.

  She merely grinned, suddenly tilting her head up to peck my lips softly. "Maybe on a night where I haven't disturbed your parents enough."

  "That was my fault for being clumsy," I argued, trying to tug on her body to prevent her from getting up. "Ann. Don't leave."

  "I have to. I don't want to make Holly mad at me. That would make this a terrible trip," Annabel declared, wiggling out of my grip. I whined loudly, and she simply kissed me again. "Goodnight, Stu."

  I finally gave up. "Goodnight, baby."

  I watched as she disappeared out of my room as opposed to taking the window this time, since her presence was already known.

  I flopped down on the bed with my head hitting my pillow, wondering how in the hell I had managed to become such a sappy kind of guy. I was used to having sex with a girl the same day I had met that time while getting absolutely no feelings for them. But now I was willing to wait for the perfect time to make it even more special. I cared about her too much to rush her into anything and I cared about her too much that I gave in to letting her leave. I was falling hard and it was absolutely mind-boggling, but maybe this was exactly what I needed.

  Chapter 27

  Annabel

  I slipped through the front door of Stuart's house to exit it quietly, hoping not to wake anyone else up. Although this sneaking around thing is kind of fun, I was actually nervous about getting caught and the consequences that would follow.

  The cool air tickled against my face as soon as I hit the outdoors, making a shiver climb up my spine. It was approaching midnight, but I was wide awake since my internal body clock had been tampered with.

  I went inside my home momentarily in order to grab the keys to my car that I always kept in the garage. Driving was one of my favorite pastimes. For some reason I found the roar of the tires against the paved roads to be a soothing sound and it always helped relax me.

  My butt planted itself in the driver's seat, which felt odd since I've been used to driving in America, and I twisted the key into the ignition. My palms gripped tightly onto the leather steering wheel as I placed the vehicle and reverse and backed out of my driveway.

  The neighborhood presented the same picturesque feel that I always admired. Everyone had kept up with their landscaping and the houses were still painted the same colors that I recalled. Visions of myself as a child running down those sidewalks filled my brain with every mile I drove.

  I finally parked at the diner that I used to always eat at, since I was growing hungry and this was the only place that was open. The fluorescent lighting of the "open" sign was flickering and their seemed to be only one cluster of customers huddled into the booth in the back.

  A bell hanging from the ceiling chimed as I took a step into the lonely diner. All heads turned towards me in an instant, with several of those people curled up in the booth whipping out their phones to take a picture of me. I sucked in a deep breath, suddenly regretting my decision of stopping to eat so late at night without any bit of security nearby.

  "Hi Annabel! Are you back in Sydney?" The hostess asked as she clutched onto the laminate menus. She chuckled nervously. "I mean, obviously you are since you are here. But, I uh, I meant like I didn't know you were coming back."

  Typically when I would come home I would try to stay as under the radar as possible. I appreciated the fact that so many of the natives here knew who I was and were proud that someone in their community had become successful, but I really only wanted to spend time with my family and some friends.

  I smiled at her sweetly. "Yeah, I came home for a little bit."

  "Awesome," She replied quickly, grinning up at me with awe. "You can sit in this booth right here, if you'd like?"

  I nodded, sliding into the cushioned seat and grasping the menu as the hostess handed it
to me. I scanned over the page for barely a second before instantly knowing my choice. I was craving scrambled eggs and bacon, and that was exactly what I intended on getting.

  As I waited for someone to take my order, my phone buzzed with a new message, which thankfully pulled me out of my dreary state of sitting alone.

  To: mckenzie- parents are asleep now. come over

  To: Stu- they were asleep last time too

  To: mckenzie- sassy anna strikes again

  To: mckenzie- please come over baby i can't sleep without you

  To: Stu- i'm at the diner right now :(

  To: mckenzie- wtf it's late come home

  To: Stu- i wanted eggs

  To: mckenzie- i'll make you some if you come over

  To: Stu- stuart you burned eggs last time you cooked them

  To: mckenzie- ann just please go home i don't like you out this late alone

  To: Stu- stuart i'm fine we went to the diner this late when we were kids

  To: mckenzie- yes but we were together & that was before you were famous

  To: Stu- i'm just getting my eggs and then leaving

  To: mckenzie- fine. be careful annabel

  To: Stu- okay cutie

  To: mckenzie- stop i'm blushing

  I put my phone away after reading his last message. The waitress scurried over to me suddenly and I explained my order to her as she jotted it down onto a piece of paper. I waited several minutes until my eggs were prepared, then they were sent over to my table, along with a glass of water.

  I scarfed down the eggs quickly and nibbled away at the strips of bacon. It cured the rumbling in my stomach, but I still felt incredibly awake. Maybe I would need to sleep over at Stuart's and risk getting caught.

  I paid the bill, leaving a nice tip on the light blue colored table top. The bell jingled again as I exited the painfully quiet diner.

  As I was walking back towards my car, I could hear loud screams coming from behind the building. My curiosity got the best of me and I tip-toed over to the alleyway to get a glimpse of what was happening.